1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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